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A keen observer pointed out that I forgot to post a missing person of the week last week (as I said I would do a while back when I posted info on some cold cases). And then he suggested someone to feature.

Osama Bin Laden

I sincerely doubt that a post about the (depending on your political and religious leanings) most reviled person on the planet or the biggest hero of Islam would do much good in finding him. Do they have wireless internet access in Tora Bora? Most likely, no.

But the person who suggested it will be pleased I took his advice. So if you see Osama, call the authorities. Now, back to our regularly scheduled programming:

Jason Jolkowski—This adorable young man, sometimes known as J.J., disappeared from his Omaha, Neb., home in June 2001. No sign or word from him since. Some people have suggested he's a runaway, but his family says that's improbable. People do not just vanish into thin air. Someone knows something.

Rachel Cooke—What a picture of the "all-american girl." An accomplished cross-country runner, 20-year-old Rachel left her home near Georgetown, Texas, Jan. 10, 2002, for her morning jog. Sometime around 11 a.m., she disappeared. Beautiful girl. Jogging alone. No signs of her. The only conclusions people have come up with are disturbing ones. Particularly heart wrenching is the online journal her father has kept since she went missing. It's on the rachelcookesearch.org web site you can get to by clicking on her name above.

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